Holy Relics
I wrote this poem about the experience you have when you sense you are in a sacred place, or when you are walking on holy ground.
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This is one of your most beautiful pieces! What photography!
Oh, and Happy Birthday!
I agree with David E. John’s images are amazing and Alex’es words are so descriptive and evocative. Judy
Dear Alex,
With a view from the distant future, your poem inspired me to walk through the walls of our then crumbling home, renewing my belief in life itself, not by virtue of our consciousness but by our act of having lived it.
Love, Devi
Such thoughtful beautiful words and images to contemplate – thank you Alex.
Seeing this, I too resonate with the devoted intentions and energies that made these places holy.
Blessings & gratitude,
Pamela D
As you spoke, I felt I was visiting these holy sights and joining in the worship. Thank you for taking me along the journey. with love, liz
Thanks! (I’m so old.) Hope you got your shots, out of the woods; it’s been a long haul.
Nice Devi! Sounds like a poem is brewing for you!
Thanks Pamela, I thought about how extra-perceptive you are!
Thanks Liz. I wish I could take you with me! Miss you!